The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
Spark, languid, opening, magic, hope, cross, clear, cloud, holy, birds, water, shadows
The Oasis
Happiness should be like an oasis,
the greener for the desert that surrounds it.
- Rachel Field
A fenced garden.
There is magic here.
Spiritual, holy, hopeful.
Life is languid here, calm.
Trees, flowers, weeds.
A floral democracy.
Birds come. And feed.
They are messy bathers,
But happy in the water.
Minor disagreements.
Lorikeets always win.
Sparky bullies
In rainbow jumpers.
Magpies at the back door,
Their beaks look mean
But the eyes are pleading.
Noisy miners, commandos,
They take any opening
To dart in, dart out,
Snatch and run.
Magpies protest too late.
Possums come too,
Shadows in the night.
I hear them cross the roof.
The days can be clear. Or not.
Clouds are there. Or not.
It doesn’t really matter.
Nothing really matters here.
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To drift into a lovely space where nothing really matters can be soothing if not hypnotic - a great use of the words - Jae
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But the eyes are pleading." Oh, my heart, that is so deeply meaningful. It gave me a full stop. WOW
How beautifully you recreate the scene! For many Aussies – certainly this one – its familiar ingredients must also create delightful memories; all very reassuring.
ReplyDeleteMagical indeed!!! A place where nothing matters - which perhaps means everything does, equally...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteNothing really matters yet all things in the garden hang by a thread in the balance of existence.
ReplyDeleteWell done, as always. I hope all is well, Lee...take care. :)
ReplyDeleteTrue, nothing really matters or everything matters.Lovely thought.
ReplyDeleteMagpies, lorikeets, and possums are familiar in the US too--though ours are different--but somehow the combination sounds Australian. Nice one!
ReplyDeletePris cilla King
Sounds delightful!
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